The Little Alley Dog

The dogs who have a lot of things
Sniff past me every day,
And, oh, I am so lonesome
‘Cause I dearly love to play.

Sometimes I see a little dog
I think might care for me
And I run up and say “Hello”,
All friendly like, you see,

But he looks at my ragged coat
All faded out and grey,
And simply tosses up his head
And gaily runs away.

For I live in the alley
Or any place at all,
And he’s all slick and splendid
While I’m all dirt and small.

Yet, I know inside me
My heart is clean and true,
If you were just an alley dog,
say, – what you do?

The Little Alley Dog